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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.