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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.