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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.