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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.