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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.