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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.