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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.