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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.