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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.