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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.