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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
the Slits,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.