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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.