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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Fear,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.