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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Television,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.