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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
10cc,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.