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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.