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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.