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 Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.