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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.