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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.