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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.