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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.