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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.