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 Hungary and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.