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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.