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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.