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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.