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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.