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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.