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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.