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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.