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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.