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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.