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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.