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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
10cc,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.