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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.