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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.