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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
the Germs,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.