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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.