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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.