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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.