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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.