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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.