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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.