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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.