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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.