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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.