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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Franke,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.