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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.