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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.