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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.