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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.