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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.