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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
CMW,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.