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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.