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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.