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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.