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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.