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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.