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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.