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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.