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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.