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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.