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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Martian,
Quantec,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.