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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.