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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
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.