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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.