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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.