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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.