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 France and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.