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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Visage,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.