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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.