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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.