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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.