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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.