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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.