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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.