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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.