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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.