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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.