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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.