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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.