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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.