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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.