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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.