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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.