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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 snare 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.