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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Index,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.