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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.