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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.