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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.