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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.