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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.