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 Norway and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.