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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.