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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.