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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.