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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.