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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.