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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
the Germs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.