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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Pole,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Index,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.