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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.