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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.