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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.