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 Latvia 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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Cymande,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.