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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.