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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.