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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.