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 India and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.