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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.