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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.