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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.