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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.