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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
EPMD,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
June Days,
Can,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.