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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.