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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.