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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.