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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.