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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.