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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Can,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.