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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.