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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.