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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.