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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.