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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Nas,
Skaos,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.