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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.