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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.