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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.