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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.