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 Cambodia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.