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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
June Days,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.