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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.