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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.