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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.