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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.