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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.