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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.