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 Malta and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Fear,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
AZ,
X-101,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.