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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Franke,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.