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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.