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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.