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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.