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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.