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 Colombia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.