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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.