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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Can,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.