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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.