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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.