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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.