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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.