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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
ABC,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Shoche,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.