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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.