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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.