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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.