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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.