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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.