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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Shoche,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.