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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.