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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Move,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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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.