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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.