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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.