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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
UT,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.