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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.