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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.