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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.