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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.