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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.