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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.