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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Faust,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.