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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.