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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.