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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.