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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Gladiators 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.