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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.