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 France 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.