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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.