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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.