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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.