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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.