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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.