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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.