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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.