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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Names,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Gong,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.