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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.