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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.