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 Gambia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.