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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.