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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.