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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.