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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.