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 India and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.