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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.