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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.