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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.