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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s 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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.