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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.