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 Brazil 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
the Human League,
CMW,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.