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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Q65,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.