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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.