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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.