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 Paraguay 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.