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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.