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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Fear,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.