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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.