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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
June Days,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.