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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mars 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.