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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.