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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.