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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.