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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.