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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.