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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
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.