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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.