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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
June Days,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.