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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.