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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.