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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.