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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.