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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
CMW,
ABC,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.