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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.