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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.