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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.