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 China and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.