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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.