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 New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.