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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.