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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.