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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Victims to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.