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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.