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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.