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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.