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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.