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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.