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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.