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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.