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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Swans,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
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.