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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
CMW,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.