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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.