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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.