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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.