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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.