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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
the Germs,
ABC,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.