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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.