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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.