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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.