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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.