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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.