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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.