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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.