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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.