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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.