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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.