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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.