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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.