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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.