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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.