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 Romania 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.