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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.