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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.