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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.