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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.