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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.