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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.