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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.