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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.