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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.