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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.