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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.