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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.