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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Index,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.