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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.