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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.