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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.