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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.