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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.