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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.