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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.