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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
UT,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.