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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.