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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.