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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.