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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.