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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.