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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Wings,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.