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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.