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 China and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Pole,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.