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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.