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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.