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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.