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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.