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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.