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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.