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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.