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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.