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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.