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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.