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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.