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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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 Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.