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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
X-102,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.