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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.