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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.