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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.