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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.