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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.