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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.