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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.