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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.