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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.