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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.