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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.