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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
The Index,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.