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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.