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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.