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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.