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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Nas,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.