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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
X-101,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.