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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.