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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.