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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.