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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.