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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.