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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.