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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Nas,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.