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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.