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 Croatia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Can,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.