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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.