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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.