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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.