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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.