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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.