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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.