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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.