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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.