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 Gabon and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Gong,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.