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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.