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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.