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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.