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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Index to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.