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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.