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 Italy 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.