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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Japan to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.