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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.