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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cure to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.