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 Argentina 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.