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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.