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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Index,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.