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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
Lower 48,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.