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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.