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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Yellowson,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.