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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.