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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.