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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.