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 Venezuela 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.