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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.