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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.