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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Residents to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.