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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.