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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.