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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.