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 Armenia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.