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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.