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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
UT,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Flipper,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.