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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Toasters to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Gong,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.