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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.