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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.