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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.