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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.