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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.