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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.