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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.