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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.