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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.