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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.