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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.