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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.