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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.