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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
X-101,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.