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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.