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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.