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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.