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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.