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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.