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 Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.