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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.