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 Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.