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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.