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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.