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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Index,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.