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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.