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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.