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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Franke,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.