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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.