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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.