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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s 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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.