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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Television,
Organ,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.