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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.