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 France 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.