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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.