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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.