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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Television,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.