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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.