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 Kenya and from New York.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.