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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.