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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.