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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.