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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.