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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
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.