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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.