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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.