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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.