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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.