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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.