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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.