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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.