Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.