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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Crime,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.