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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler 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 punk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.