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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.