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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.