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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.