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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.