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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.