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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.