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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Slave,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.