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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.