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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.