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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.