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 Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.