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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.