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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Slave,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.