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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.