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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.