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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.