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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Index,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.