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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.