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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.