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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.