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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.