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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.