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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.