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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.