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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.