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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.