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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.