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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.