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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.