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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.