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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Can,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.