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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.