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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.