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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.