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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.