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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.