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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.