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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.