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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Gong,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Inner City,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.