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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.