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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.