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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.