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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.