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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.