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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Darondo,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.