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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
UT,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.