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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.