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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.