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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.