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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.