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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.