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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.