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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.