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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the grime 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.