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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Brick,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.