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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.