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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.