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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.