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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Scion,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.