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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.