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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.