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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.