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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.