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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.