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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.