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 Malawi and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.