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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.