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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.