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 Benin 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.