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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.