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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Wings,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.