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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.