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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.