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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.