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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Pole,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.