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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.