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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.