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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.