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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
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.