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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
AZ,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
MDC,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.