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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.