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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.