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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Victims,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
AZ,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.