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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.