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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Crime,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.