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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.