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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Scion,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.