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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
the Germs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.