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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.