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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.