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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.