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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
10cc,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.