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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.