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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.