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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.